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ance or opposition redoubles its attempts to overthrow every 
impediment. 
It is said that the architect Callimach, passing near the tomb 
of a young maiden who had died a few days before the time 
appointed for her nuptials, moved by tenderness and pity ap¬ 
proached to scatter some flowers upon her tomb. Another 
tribute to her memory had preceded his. Her nurse had col¬ 
lected the flowers which should have decked her on her wed¬ 
ding day and putting them with the marriage veil in a little 
basket had placed it near the grave upon a plant of acanthus, 
and then covered it with a tile. In the succeeding spring the I 
leaves of the acanthus grew round the basket; but being staid ! 
in their growth by the projecting tile, they recoiled and sur¬ 
mounted its extremities. Callimach, surprised by this rural 
decoration, which seemed the work of the Graces in tears, 
conceived the capital of the Corinthian column; a magnificent 
ornament still used and admired by the whole civilized world. 
When from the sacred garden driven, 
Man fled before his maker’s wrath, 
An angel left her place in Heaven, 
And crossed the wanderer’s sunless path, 
’Twas Art, sweet art! new radiance broke, 
Where her light foot flew o’er the ground, 
And thus with seraph voice she spoke — 
“ The curse, a blessing shall be found!” 
. 
He rends the oak and bids it ride, 
To guard the shores its beauty graced, 
He smites the rock — upheaved in pride, 
See towers of strength and domes of taste! 
Sprague. 
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